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Bite Me


Honey you done used me up
Chewed me up
And carelessly spit me out

Now several years passed
And I see you again
You all smiles
You offer me the chance
(Again)
To help you out
“Come on
Don’t you wanna be my friend?”

I say,
“Nope”

Honey you done used me up
Chewed me up
And carelessly spit me out


I say,
“Thanks for the lesson
I now pay attention
And no longer work for momentary smiles
And long-lasting sneers

Honey you done used me up
Chewed me up
And carelessly spit me out
So I say, Nope
I don’t care what you want”
And I smile back

But you’re not upset
(At least you don’t show it)
Your eyes glaze over a second
And you’re instantly off
Looking for another ‘friend to help you out’

And I wonder
Do you ever get the chance
To brush your teeth
Between victims?


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World Economic Report, April, 2012

Fear feasts on our insides
And wrecks decision-making
Evil jumps in with glee
And another one loses trust

And another one down
And another one down
And another one loses trust

Evil grins
At what might have been
As another one loses trust

Housing fails
Markets, too
And countries follow suit

“Be afraid
Be very afraid”
Used to be a joke
But now it’s the match
That lights the glint
In Evil’s eye

Every day we’re fed
Too much detailed
 information
- Perhaps true;
Perhaps not -
With stated directives
To be
Very
Afraid


As Evil laughs
And Fear cavorts
Through our souls

With another one down
And another one down 
And another one loses trust

I will myself to turn off the media
Not to ignore the warnings;
But to avoid overexposure
To the cancer-causing
Smoking gun
Of fear




According to Article 37, Section 202 of the Code of Federal Regulation, the Congress states that “words and short phrases such as names, titles, and slogans; familiar symbols or designs; mere variations of typographic ornamentation, lettering or coloring; mere listing of ingredients or contents” are not copyrightable.
So thanks to John Deacon of Queen…


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April 15, 2013


They say that the only sure things
Are death and taxes

After gathering information and a bit of math practice and
carefully filling out the forms
And sending them in to various governments:
Federal, State, and Local;

After gathering resources and a lot of running practice
And carefully filling out the registration forms
And sending them in
For the Boston Marathon -

Who knew 
The end of the race would really be
The End of the Race?

Crowds cheered
As the runners crossed the finish line

And a few crossed over
No doubt, to cheering crowds of angels
And loved ones long past

This is fresh news; and no one knows
Who planted the bombs
Or why

They say that the only sure things
Are death and taxes

Who knew they’d both fall on the same day?


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I Am Not a Victim


I had a dream the other night
Of  walking in a field of cornbread
Golden brown
Baked just right
One solid
Unbroken field

As I softly crunched my way
I looked up
Coming toward me
Was a line of tigers
With a man in the middle
No one was tethered
Just walking together
Enjoying the day

There was no fear
No predator
No prey

I woke up laughing
This was so silly!

I went to the Fair today
And during a break
I asked if anyone
Could interpret my dream

They came up with 
Corn bread = The South
And perfectly baked gold = Coming into riches;
Or at least, no money worries

The tigers = Strength; overcoming fears

Hunh!

As I thought about it,
I remembered a childhood dream/nightmare
When I went to bed angry
A big tiger showed up
I would point to everyone who had angered me
He looked at them and proceeded to eat them up
At the end,
With everyone dead,
He turned and looked at me
That’s when I woke up

And a true story (or from this side of dreaming):
A friend and I went to an outdoor zoo
Somewhere south of Kalamazoo
We stood on a wooden walkway
Looking at an open field through a thick glass window
In the stone wall
We spotted several tigers

Later, as I walked a trail to the next exhibit
I looked up to see a tiger
Strolling through the tall grasses toward me
A mere thin wire fence
Separated us

I gulped and walked steadily onward
As I left the area
I could feel his thoughts:
“Ha!  I freaked out another one!”
Tiger humor

As one grows and hopefully gains wisdom
One learns to handle fear
FDR stated during the Great Depression,
“The only thing we have to fear, is Fear itself”

Recently I’ve been angry
About my ex-husband’s condition
He is slowly and bumpily improving from a near fatal stroke
My/our son flew to help

And I’ve been without him since Spring

They are in the South
Corn bread was a staple in our family

Many things around the house have broken
And wait to be repaired by said son

He says that every time he thinks about returning home
His dad suffers a setback
After months of “I’ll be home in two weeks…”
I gave up
Got the garage door repaired
And am making do with things I cannot fix

The working garage door makes all the difference
I finally have access to rakes, the lawn mower
And snow shovels
The car has a safe haven from the weather
And I feel calm

Turns out I could afford the door
-  With only one person’s groceries
Money lasts longer than it did

God keeps telling  me that I will be OK
Financially and otherwise;
It’s up to me to lighten up
To let Fear walk away
Without licking another notch in his paw

I am not a victim


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Just a Thought

Not too long ago
Cigarettes permeated our culture
Tobacco companies were powerful
Science discovered a link between
Cigarettes and cancer
Cancer was deemed unhealthy

You no longer see media ads for cigarettes
You rarely see smoking in movies

It seems that someone somewhere noticed

Violence permeates our culture
Even down to a recent ad for electronics 
Involving an adult interviewing preschoolers
“Which is better, one laser beam or two?”
The (satisfying; amusing?) response
Was “Two.  Laser beams from both eyes
Can make big explosions!  Boom!  Boom!”

Someone noticed that Bullying can lead to 
Suicide, which is deemed unhealthy
And people are working to stop it

Gee, what about guns?  Assault rifles; hand guns
Which have no sporting or food hunting purpose
After the latest grade school massacre
Have we finally decided that guns may be unhealthy?

The first rule of Health Care is, “First, do no harm.”
Sounds like a good rule for Humanity



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the joy vampire

empty hearted herself
she cozied up to me
offering the magic
of imagination
of  stories in the moonlight
of dancing early in the morning
around the misty lake

it didn’t pay to argue
for logic was always on her side
she was always right
i was always wrong

except sometimes
she would shock me

when the worm threatened to turn-
she would acquiesce
gifting me with a rare compliment
i did know what i was talking about
i could sew a straight seam
i could create

until i expected it
then she would turn, herself
and accuse me of perversion
in my imagination
in my poems and stories

when i wrote about the simple beauty of a young girl
and a small boy talking to a magic tree

-  i must be a ‘closet something’
 and why did i write about child molesters? 
                     
i had to stop sending her my thoughts
my dreams
my wishes

she was talented at opening me up
making me ripe for the killer sting
which i prayed would not come
this time

in that, she was always right
and i was always wrong
to hope she would ever change


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Over-nighting it on the Dreamer's Yacht

The ship is always loaded
With misty looking folks
Who fill the decks and cabins
Wrapped in dreamers’ cloaks

No one lies too far 
Or near the closest sleeper
And being all together
Just helps the dreams go deeper

Waves lap in steady rhythm 
Against the wooden sides
Winds blow with gentle coolness
Matching ocean tides

The number of the dreamers
Doesn’t matter much
Their bodies lie in safety
While their spirits strive 
To touch

The endless
Place of future, past or 
Even never
And anything is possible
- No limits whatsoever

The dreamers’ yacht rides
Up and down 
As wind blows
As water flows

The dreaming yacht goes 
Back and forth
As water blows
As wind flows

And so it goes
And so it goes
All the night long
Until the sun comes up
And wakes them 
With a sweet good morning song

And somehow all the dreamers
Rise from their own beds
On land or on the sea
With no memory in their heads

Of

Riding safely; warmly
Up and down 
Back and forth
As wind blows
As water flows
In syncopated rhythm
As water blows; 
As wind flows

And so it goes 
And so it goes

People live their daily lives
Never knowing others
But somehow feel connections
As sisters and as brothers

It may be that they’re fellow
Dreamers
Whose spirits sleep together
Every night on that sweet boat
In soft angelic weather




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In Response to your Question

Anger to me is
Wet and red
And sucks like quicksand

And war is black and loud
With fathers’ screams
Mother’s fists
And children’s silence

I fear both


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THE COLOR OF THEIR SKIN, THE CONTENT OF THEIR CHARACTER


(Obama: 'Trayvon Martin Could Have Been Me' ABC News , July 19, 2013.    The President suggests that we judge people not on the color of their skin; but on the content of their character.)

We all wear clothes of different colors
to protect our skin from the elements.
We all wear skin of different colors
to protect our innards from the elements and our clothes.

Our color choices reflect our ancestry, 
our moods; or life stances.
We all are the same inside:  
We have muscles, and blood and bones   
which serve the same purposes.

And we are all different inside:
our minds, our experiences; our souls
which record our lives and help us survive

Hopefully we can use them to find common ground.


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Lawyer Envy

(The writing exercise was to choose three poetry cliches and make them fresh)
(back stabber, after my own heart; and a soul of discretion; maybe more...)

He was a back stabber
After my own heart
Meek and sleek and sneaky
He wormed his way in
And 'innocently' uncovered
State secrets
Private tales
Skeletons in closets
They were all fair game

He was a back stabber
Not to be trusted
But had 
Such a sweet smile
That promised a soul of discretion
It was too easy to believe him
It felt good to trust him

He pulled his victims in
And it wasn’t until the court case
Was over
And the jury voted for him
Again
That you realized he was a back stabber

He pulled it off with such panache
And charm
You had to admire the guy
Even while you staunched your blood

I wish – oh I wish
I had his skills
He was a back stabber
After my own heart


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